Day 91

The cargo ship moved like a huge sea turtle, trudging against the dense Pasig River. It carried mounds of white powder on its back. Down one slope was a kid of about ten years, naked and alone but standing unfazed. His back was baking against the sun, his feet firmly planted on the sand, steady waters in front of him, and on his horizon was the metro traffic.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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